The Weekly Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3278 by Angharad Copyright© 2021 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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It seemed the ambulance took forever to arrive and I could probably have got her to the hospital quicker by car, but then someone would have had to sit in the back with her to stop her rolling off the seat. Besides if she'd arrested on the way, I'd never have forgiven myself.

The two paramedics appeared with their bags, a man and woman, both looked as if they should be still in school. Danni told them what happened and they examined her. The bruise on her forehead was larger and darkening and I hoped they'd be able to save her, she was still unconscious.

After a ten minute examination, they suggested she'd got a deep concussion and I was whipped off to the hospital in the back of the ambulance together with little Meems. I felt quite sick. "Talk to her," exhorted the woman paramedic, as she sat monitoring her various dials all of which were attached to Meems.

I did as I was asked and explained to Meems that she'd tripped over her satchel and bumped her head on the dining table but the nice paramedics had come to take her to the hospital and the doctors would soon fix her up. I didn't feel the conviction I was trying to convey to her but I hoped that I reassured her a little if nothing else.

Once again I found myself in the waiting room while they whipped Mima into the treatment area and I heard them paging Sam. For the first time since I heard the scream, i actually felt a slight lift in my mood as I had enormous confidence in Sam as both a doctor and a person and I knew he'd do everything he could.

About a quarter of an hour later he came out into the waiting area. "She's taken quite a whack on her forehead, we've sent her down for imaging to see what the damage is, but she is still unconscious which tends to indicate there may be some form of brain injury."

"Oh, Sam, if she is, I don't know how I'll cope."

"Hey, you're my tzadeikes, you are special, you will cope and besides with your connections she may return to full health."

" I don't see how connections to a bank or university will help very much."

"I didn't mean those connections, Cathy," he flicked his eyes upward and I nodded.

"Oh that connection?"

"Yes," he said, "if you have any favours to call in, now may be the time."

"I think I am more likely to be in the Old Testament version of the doghouse," I said blushing.

He snorted and shook his head, "I thought to err was human and to forgive divine."

I shrugged, "Yeah and to fuck it completely you need a computer," I added without any thought.

"I beg your pardon, Lady Cameron?" he said smirking.

"Sorry, it's just an old joke, it came out before i could stop it."

"I have to go, I'll let you know how she is as soon as I can." I thanked him and went back to my vigil. Moments later, Danni trotted over to me.

"How is she?" she asked.

"About the same, they're doing imaging to ascertain any brain injuries."

"Oh great, just what we need."

I shrugged, "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Gee thanks, Mummy, I spend a fortune on a taxi to come and support you and you grumble about it."

"Okay, thank you darling, I'll refund the taxi fare."

"Nah, Auntie Stella gave it to me. She's working this afternoon and said she'd look in later." I nodded and went back to my sadness but felt grateful for Danni's hand holding mine. She really was developing into a lovely caring young woman.

"Cathy, do you want to come and see if you can work any of your magic?" Called Ken quietly and Danielle and I went to see how Meems was doing. "We've got some results back."

"Oh," I said sensing the worst.

"She's got some deep bruising in the Broca's area or the left inferior frontal gyrus, as well as some in the frontal cortex. At present it isn't very swollen, which is unusual given the whack she must have given herself."

"She fell over a satchel and bashed her head on the table, it did make quite a thud," said Danielle who'd witnessed the incident.

I felt tears running down my face. "Is there anything i can do?"

"She's in here, she'd been sedated to try and keep any swelling down, but see if you can work your magic. There's a neurosurgeon going to speak to me later over the internet, see if she needs any intervention, so if you can make that unnecessary, it would be good for everyone."

I went and sat alongside her and Danni moved to the chair the other side of the plinth. We both took hold of her hand and I began desperately trying to pump in the blue light to her. It felt very hard work and I know Danni was trying to do the same on her other hand. It felt like trying to push mercury uphill and took loads of concentration and my energy.

Sometime later Stella arrived and I came out of my trance and Danielle yawned and stretched. "How is she?" asked Stella.

I shrugged preferring not to say anything in front of Meems as she may have been able to hear me.

"Look, I don't start for twenty minutes or so, why don't you both go and get a cuppa and a little walk and I'll sit with her." I was reluctant but Danni wanted a wee, so we went to the hospital restaurant where she ate a huge cheese roll and bag of crisps while I ate a custard cream biscuit and sipped a cup of tea. We were back in twenty minutes and after a peck on the cheek, Stella rushed off to her clinic. "Oh, I told Simon, he's going to come home as early as he can get away."

"Well that should brighten her up, did you hear that, Meems, Daddy is going to come home earlier to see you." Her eyes were moving under her closed eyelids showing she was processing something and a moment later she sighed and smiled. I shook my head and Danielle smiled.

"She's still Daddy's girl," Danni whispered to me, "even though you do ten times as much for us all."

"It's all part of the irony of motherhood, you spend loads of time with them when they're babies and the first thing they say is, 'Da da." I whispered back to Danni. She laughed and I think she said, 'typical,' but I was watching Meems who smiled on hearing Danni's laughter. "Talk to her," I hissed and Danielle did while I continued to try and ram the energy into her as quickly as I could.

Ken reappeared and told me they wanted to do some further scans for the surgeon from Southampton to see. He told us to go and get some more tea as they'd be half an hour at least. Being compliant females we both did as we were told.

"Am I still going to be able to go to Chelsea tomorrow?" she asked stuffing a plate of chips down her.

"Tomorrow, oh blow, I'd forgotten. Speak with your dad, I'm sure he'd be able to organise something. Have we told the school?"

"I don't go back to school until Monday."

"Sorry, sweetheart, I'm just brain boggled at the moment."

"Yeah, okay I'll talk to Daddy." She went back to her rapidly diminishing pile of fried potato pieces.

Sam strode into the restaurant, "She's improved a little as far as we can see and she's resting. The chap from Southampton neuro unit said he'd like to leave it for a couple of days and see how it went. So you have a bit more time to work your miracles. Did you know a child in the next cubicle has made a full recovery after being fished out of the sea."

"No I didn't, I hope she'll be okay then."

"I have complete confidence in you, Cathy."

"I meant the other child."

"Oh she'll be fine and I fully expect Jemima to do the same."

"I'll give it my best shot, Sam, even if I have to get the Shekinah here in person."

"If you do, Cathy, let me know, I think I'd prefer to pass on that one."

"Oh, why?"

"Shall we say, those who stare on the face of the divine tend not to enjoy it."

"Men can't see her anyway."

"All the same, I'll pass and leave that to her two angels." He rose from the table taking a mug of tea with him and went off through the door.

"Did you hear that, Mummy, Dr Rose thinks we're two angels."

"He probably meant you and Mima, I don't think I could be described as angelic by any stretch of the imagination."

"No, course not, you're the big bad demon," she said trying to deepen her voice and choked on a chip. Serve her right but a drink of cola sorted her coughing.